I and one of my sons, probably both Mark or Jeremy in their turn, were their home teachers for several years. Their oldest daughter was Jeremy's age, and oldest son Charity's age. Caleb and Rory were always good friends. Often we were the recipients of the lesson, through their example.
Ken was a man epitomized by service, kindness, and a mellow outlook. He was available to help others; whether by loaning them a car in need, giving them money, giving his time. Ken loved his family. He married later in life, but was blessed with five children, Lizzy, Martin, Duncan, Rory and Walker. It was fun to watch him interact with them. He loved children.
We use to do activities together, beach, floating the American River. They left the ward and moved to Delaware. When we visited the East, their home was our base of operations. Sheri and I enjoyed a room in the basement. Liza cut everyone's hair. They shared some of their activities, including getting ice cream at the creamery.
They let their basement out to other friends, who needed to escape the heat. They did the same with their pool.
Ken was an example of using your resources for good. He was taken from us this year, due to cancer. But he left a permanent mark on my life.